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BABY'S DAY.
Open your eyes, mamma;
Day soon will begin.
Open your eyes, mamma!
I want to look in.
Yesterday, dear mamma,
Out of your eyes
There peeped two little boys
Just of my size.
Are they in there now, mamma?
Whose can they be?
And do you love those boys
As you love me?
Day soon will begin.
Open your eyes, mamma!
I want to look in.
Yesterday, dear mamma,
Out of your eyes
There peeped two little boys
Just of my size.
Are they in there now, mamma?
Whose can they be?
And do you love those boys
As you love me?
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Don't feed me any longer,—
Not another minute!
Does my mouth look pretty, think,
With a great spoon in it?
If you people speak the truth,
I am sweet enough;
There 's no need of choking me
With your sugary stuff.
Not another minute!
Does my mouth look pretty, think,
With a great spoon in it?
If you people speak the truth,
I am sweet enough;
There 's no need of choking me
With your sugary stuff.
Mamma, where are you?
You are the sweet!
Nicer than all
They can give me to eat.
Here I am coming,—
Toes, fingers, and feet!
Have you a kiss or two
Growing for me?
Where do you hide them?
Please let me see!
Now I shall steal them,—
One, two, and three.
You are the sweet!
Nicer than all
They can give me to eat.
Here I am coming,—
Toes, fingers, and feet!
Have you a kiss or two
Growing for me?
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Please let me see!
Now I shall steal them,—
One, two, and three.
What is the next thing
For baby to do?
Duckie, I think,
I'll go swimming with you.
Doggie, look sharp,
And if we get drowned,
Fish us both out,
You friendly old hound!
For baby to do?
Duckie, I think,
I'll go swimming with you.
Doggie, look sharp,
And if we get drowned,
Fish us both out,
You friendly old hound!
Dick, we'll on our travels go,
I 've two feet, don't hold me so!
O, my shoes won't walk a bit!
Down upon the floor I'll sit.
If you think I 've had a fall,
You 're mistaken, that is all!
But why will this old house shake,
Every single step I take?
I 've two feet, don't hold me so!
O, my shoes won't walk a bit!
Down upon the floor I'll sit.
If you think I 've had a fall,
You 're mistaken, that is all!
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Every single step I take?
Now get out my pony, Dick!
Whoa! gee up there! where 's my stick?
Over the world and away to the moon,
Clever old Dick, we must get there soon,
Or the barley-candy will all be sold,
And we can't buy a ginger-bread horse for gold.
Whoa! gee up there! where 's my stick?
Over the world and away to the moon,
Clever old Dick, we must get there soon,
Or the barley-candy will all be sold,
And we can't buy a ginger-bread horse for gold.
O, the sand blows in my eye,
Here is Noddy's Isle close by;
And,—don't tell me that I fib!—
Dick, it looks just like my crib.
Good night, pony! Trot away!
I 've done riding for to-day,
And I hear my mother sing,
Sweet, O sweet as anything!—
Here is Noddy's Isle close by;
And,—don't tell me that I fib!—
Dick, it looks just like my crib.
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I 've done riding for to-day,
And I hear my mother sing,
Sweet, O sweet as anything!—
My baby shall go
To the Island of Sleep,
Where soft little dream-waves
Around him will creep.
And when the moon rises,
Away in her boat,
With the stars rowing races
All night he shall float.
And when morning's red horses
Spring out of the sea,
As swift as a sunbeam
He'll come back to me.
To the Island of Sleep,
Where soft little dream-waves
Around him will creep.
And when the moon rises,
Away in her boat,
With the stars rowing races
All night he shall float.
And when morning's red horses
Spring out of the sea,
As swift as a sunbeam
He'll come back to me.
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